“Do you know that I’ve really never been with anyone like you?” He eased on top of her and she was pinned to the bed. She loved the feel of his body on top of hers. “My ex-wife was excruciatingly polite. Even when she divorced me, she would never have said a thing about my stump.”
Embarrassment flashed through her. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t trying to be rude. I didn’t come from the same kind of high society you did. I’m so sorry.”
His body moved against hers, his mouth descended, and she felt his tongue on her nipple. “Baby, I didn’t really come from that place, either. I was raised by elite military schools, and they weren’t the kindest of parents. I did my duty, but with the singular exception of my brother Adam, I didn’t find a true friend until I actually got out into the Army. I liked the men and women in my unit. They were real and they spoke their minds and I didn’t have to worry about what was going on under their words. By then I’d already married Elise and I knew it was a mistake. I was more attracted to outspoken women, but I couldn’t call it quits. I love your nipples. I love how tight they get for me.”
He sucked one inside and she got the suspicion that this “playing” he wanted to do was akin to torture. She was wet and ready and it seemed so different this time. She was already feeling some pleasure and he wasn’t even touching her down there.
“I don’t know how to do anything other than speak my mind.” What was he doing? Where was his hand going? Why did her whole body feel like a taut bow waiting to go off?
Something hard slid against her pelvis and even without the aid of her eyes, she nearly saw stars.
“Did you like that?” Macon asked.
“God, yes.”
“I like it, too, but if I rub against you too much, I’ll go off and I want to make this last.”
Oh, god. That had been his cock. He’d slid his hard erection up against her and it had felt like heaven. “We could do it twice. I have complete faith in your ability to do it twice in one night.”
That earned her a sharp nip from his teeth. She whimpered but couldn’t move due to the massive hunk of man on top of her.
“I think I’ll manage twice, but that doesn’t mean you’re going to get what you want when you want it.” He slid down again, his mouth on her belly, tracing a slow line downward. “You’ll get what you want. You’ll get what you don’t even know you want, but it’s going to be on my time, baby.”
His tongue dipped into her navel. She’d never considered her belly button to be an erotic zone, but warmth pooled there and she was restless. Anxiety made her try to squirm but it wasn’t because she was afraid. Had any other man taken away her sight and pinned her down, she likely would have tried to fight her way out, but she understood why Macon was doing it. He’d forced her to focus solely on him. All other thoughts had been banished. She wasn’t thinking about how long this would take or whether she’d properly shaved everything she needed to. There was no place for self-consciousness. There was only Macon’s touch, his voice, his will.
“Do you want to keep these on, sweetness? I can make you come without penetration if you’re not ready for that, but I don’t know that once I get these off you I’ll be able to hold back. Maybe we should leave them on as a barrier.”
She didn’t want any barriers between them. Her thinking was frenzied. He was so close and she really thought he was planning on spending time down there and not only with his cock. If Miles ate pussy the way he cooked—slowly, thoughtfully and with great attention to detail—she didn’t want to miss it. She didn’t want to play coy and hope he got the point. He’d pushed her here. He got to deal with it. “Please take them off. Please touch me there. God, I swear if you don’t put your mouth on me, I’ll die.”
The bed moved again, but instead of pulling them off her, he ripped them. The sound of fabric tearing made her breath catch.
“You don’t need those. I don’t want you to wear them around me. I want you to walk around Top in your black skirt and know that I can have you at any moment. Every other man in the place will be looking, but I’m the only one who knows that I can flip your skirt up and be inside you in a second.” Heat hovered over her pussy and she could feel his whiskers against the soft flesh of her thighs. He didn’t have a full beard. He always shaved in the morning, but by evening his masculine face was covered in a sexy five-o’clock shadow. He pressed her thighs apart, exposing her. She couldn’t see him, but she could feel the way he moved, making a place for himself between her legs.
She wanted it. She wanted his mouth on her so badly, but she was determined to play this his way. She knew what it meant to have no control. Macon was asking for it. Macon wanted to mean something, and she needed him to understand that he was rapidly becoming everything to her. “Yes. I’ll do it. I’ll walk around knowing I’m yours and you can have me any time you want.”
“Oh, baby, you won’t regret that because any time I have you, it’s going to be so good for you. That’s my goal. I want to make you feel good. I want you to know you can rely on me for anything you need. And I think you need this.”
Warmth suffused her as his tongue dragged over her pussy.
“Oh my god.” The words exploded from her mouth. Nothing had ever felt so good as his mouth on her, slowly moving over her sensitive flesh.
“Macon. Say my name. Who’s eating your pussy? Who thinks this is the sweetest fucking treat he’s ever had in his life?” He drew one side of her labia into his mouth, sucking gently before giving the other half the same treatment.
“Macon.” She said his name like a prayer, a plea for continued possession.
He pressed her thighs apart and she wished she could see him, see his dark head bent over her, working her flesh like a starving man. His tongue pierced her, diving deep inside, and it took everything she had not to press against him, to take more. She wanted everything he could give her, but it went beyond that. He groaned against her skin, the sensation shooting through her. He needed this. She was giving him something he needed, something that made him happy.
For the first time in her life, she understood the real difference between having sex and making love. Sex was a function and there wasn’t anything wrong with it, but this was so much more. This was truly creating something that didn’t exist before. It was a bond and a promise between them.
She felt something hard move to the edge of her channel. His finger. He slowly started to push inside her while his tongue found the button of her clitoris and started working it. Her whole body went taut, right on the edge of something she’d never experienced before. She’d had mild orgasms, thought that was all there was. This was a bomb going off, detonating in her body. When she felt the barest edge of his teeth on her clit as he sucked at her, she went off like a rocket. She couldn’t control it any more. Her body bucked. She shouted out his name and couldn’t help but push herself at him, desperate for more of the sensation.
She felt something wet on her cheeks and then the bed buckled, Macon’s body covering hers. The blindfold was off and she had to blink in the bright light.
Macon’s gorgeous face was staring down at her. One big hand cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing away the tears she shed. “Are you all right?”
He had to stop treating her like she was made of glass and would break at any moment. “That depends. Can I move my arms? And when are you going to get inside me?”
The sweetest smile covered his face. “Yes and as soon as I can get a condom on.”
But she’d heard her yes and that was all she needed. She brought her hands up and smoothed them over the muscles of his shoulders and down to his chiseled chest and the dusting of masculine hair she found there. Many men waxed or shaved, but Macon had just enough hair to be manly. She let her hands roam as her body was processing the delicious sensation of having exploded. She could sense how wet and messy she’d gotten, but she had the feeling Macon loved that so she wasn’t about to protest. His hips were moving, cock nestled against her clit, and every time he slid it over her she shivered with the promise.
She let her hands slide down to cup his backside. God, he was muscled everywhere.
With a deep groan, he pushed himself off her and she noticed he’d placed a small stack of condoms on the bed next to them. He grinned. “Kai slipped me some as we walked out the door.”
She watched him rip one open, but then her eyes slid to the most gorgeous sight she’d ever seen. He was up on one knee, his abs tight, holding the balance. He stopped in the middle of pulling the condom out and his eyes turned wary.
“Don’t you fucking dare, Miles.” She wasn’t having a second of that. “I’m the first woman who’s seen you naked since the accident, right?”
He nodded.
“Okay, then I’m the expert. Get over it. You’re gorgeous and if you knew the things I was thinking about doing with that stump right now, you would blush and think I was the worst kind of pervert in the world. I’m crazy about every inch of you.”